Her Light - His Darkness✔

Chapter 33

The moving bright lights overhead do nothing for the pounding in my head. I look up to my left into familiar amber eyes, I see her lips moving, a fake smile plastered on her face as she stares down at me. The ringing in my ears prevent me from hearing anything going on around me and all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep.

I blink several times hoping the brightness will stop hurting my eyes, I shut my eyes and when I open them, I'm squinting at the blinding sunlight streaming in through my bedroom window, my head is pounding and light snores reach my ears.

I pull the familiar bright pink comforter off my body, reaching for my head as the pounding intensifies and an ungodly nauseating feeling nestles its way into my stomach, I make it just in time to the toilet before I'm huddled over it, emptying the contents of my stomach from the night before.

My hair gets pulled back out of my face and a warm hand rubs soothing circles on my back bringing me some form of comfort, a piercing pain shoots through my abdomen and I cry out in pain.

"This is why I begged you to slow down, Lo. You know you can't handle all that liquor the next day." Kristy mumbles sleepily.

"What happened?" I question in confusion, having no recollection of drinking at all the night before. A faint memory of being stabbed flashes in my mind and I lift my hands to my eyes expecting them to be covered in blood but they're clear. Must've been a dream.

"How much did you drink? Jeez, it was our graduation party last night. You wanted to play all the drinking games and unfortunately for you, you sucked at all of them. The only one you didn't have to drink on was not being a virgin." Kristy snorts.

"Shut up." I grumble, trying my best to think of reaching the party last night, but nothing.

"What's going on in here?" I lift my head in the direction of the voice and I scramble to my feet despite the nausea and pain.

"I missed you so much." I rush forward, throwing my arms around her, inhaling her flowery scent and her sweet chuckle fills the silence.

"Did my daughter hit her head last night, Kristy?" Kristy snorts in response, shaking her head

"She might've drunk a little too much."

"Freshen up, I'll whip you up something that'll make you feel better, sweetheart." Mom kisses my forehead, leaving us alone once more.

"Do you have any aspirin?" Kristy asks, rubbing her temples, I shake my head in response and she groans out. "Advil?"

"I think so, check in my bedside table." Once she's out I face the mirror, lifting my white tank top up exposing my stomach. I run my fingers along my skin where the intense pain shot through my abdomen and images of Landon pulling and twisting a knife out of me flashes in my mind but there's no wound, no blood, and no scar.

I'm sitting on my now made up bed next to Kristy with a disapproving glare directed towards me, my wet hair is hanging loosely down my back, the thin material of my purple shirt not preventing the drops of water from sending a chill through my body, and the pain in my head is beginning to fade.

"Are you listening to me?" I look from Kristy to the bathroom unable to figure out how I got from there to here.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I knew you weren't listening," she rolls her eyes, inhaling deeply, "I want to know why you still have these, Lo?" She holds up the orange, transparent bottle, letters spelling out Adderall on the label stuck to the bottle.

"You don't need these, Logan. You never did need them to study or to focus. Dependence on these pills is not the answer Lo, please don't go down that road again. You are intelligent, beautiful, and so much stronger than this. You can do it on your own. You don't need a pill to get you there."